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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 2, 2012 17:59:58 GMT -5
"I'm his brother. I'll be staying here forthwith."
There was no way in Seven Hells he would be staying in the manse with Arthur, but perhaps he could gather some information, a journal perhaps, or some letters.
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 2, 2012 18:14:46 GMT -5
"Oh! We were not expecting another Master, we shall go prepare right away!" The servant girl goes off to get ready.
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 2, 2012 18:28:25 GMT -5
"Wait! Girl. Girl!"
If the servants cleaned house, the information he sought would be cleaned up with it. He needed the manse, and he needed it now.
"Send the servants out. I want some privacy. Tell them to return on the morrow."
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 2, 2012 19:09:42 GMT -5
"O...oh okay..Thank you for your kindness!" She says with a curtsy.
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 2, 2012 19:14:50 GMT -5
"Good." He said curtly.
With the servants gone, Gerold moved immediately, locking the door behind him. He began to methodically scour the room for any useful information pertaining to his brother.
Use observation.
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 2, 2012 19:41:53 GMT -5
(Observation Roll: 167 Pass)
Some notes, a lot of orders for swords and weapons, you learn he left on the Roseroad, he has a new squire, hes after about twenty seven different women here in Kings Landing. There is no Journal.
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 2, 2012 19:46:50 GMT -5
Roseroad? Hm. Not much, but at least I know where he is. His whoring may prove to be more useful.
After taking note of the weapons he ordered, and writing down the details of the women, and his squire, Gerold left the room, not intending to return.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Sept 4, 2012 16:22:48 GMT -5
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Arthur strode in and went straight upstairs. "Hello? Anybody?" he yelled. Usually there were servants running around the manse. Oh, well, one will show up later, he thought. He was going after Aym on the morrow and needed his rest. He laid on his bed and shut his eyes, lulling off to sleep.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Sept 4, 2012 18:08:50 GMT -5
He woke up, rested and donned his armor. He was going with his full plate over boiled leather. He grabbed his crossbow and quiver. He strapped his shield and put on his helm. His sword at his belt, he felt confident. He was a knight. If he died today, he would die a knight. He grabbed a sack of golden dragons from a safe in his father's room and left the manse. He saddled and mounted his destrier. He put the coins in one of the saddlebags and rode out of King's Landing.
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